“Even we stone-brains have a little grace about us,” Thorin smirked, a laugh crawling about his throat and butterflies threatening his stomach. “And we know how to have fun.” The music shifted, taking on a little more speed, which only increased the whirling around the room, and the movements were effortless despite Bilbo’s newness and Thorin’s having been a little rusty.
Here's the illustration for the chapter 7 of the fic When Darkness Shines Brightest on AO3 (a collab with the super talented @lordoftherazzles )!